I immediately set the piping bag down.
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “You look like you just saw something terrible. Please tell me you didn’t eat Grandpa’s leftover potato salad.”
Normally, that would have earned at least a small smile.
This time, nothing.
“Liam?”
He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled shakily. “Mom… can you sit down? Please?”
Certain sentences never mean anything good, especially when they come from your child. I had raised him alone. I knew the weight behind words like that.
Still, I tried to deflect.
“If you got someone pregnant, I need about ten seconds to emotionally prepare. I’m not ready to be a grandmother.”
A faint, strained laugh escaped him.
